His mother gave him supper, and he sat and inquired about home events, and gave her a pleasant account of their relatives in the lower part of the State. He said nothing of the discovery he had made among them--her own family relatives--that she had married beneath her, and had never been forgiven; and he fancied that he discovered some opening of old, old sorrows, dating back to her girlhood days, as he talked of her relatives. The two younger brothers came rattling in--George, a handsome, eager young threshing-machine, a bright, broad-browed boy, and Edward, older, with drooping head and thoughtful face, and with something of Bart's readiness at reply. George ran to him-- "Oh, Bart, I am so glad! and there is so much--a flock of turkeys--and a wolverine, and oh! so many pigeons and everything--more than you can shoot in all the fall!" "Well, captain, we will let them all live, I guess, unless that wolverine comes around!" "There is a real, true wolverine; several have seen him, and he screeches, and yells, and climbs trees, and everything!" "There _is_ something around," said Edward. "Theodore and Bill Johnson heard him, over in the woods, not a week ago." "Likely enough," replied Bart; "but wolverines don't climb. There may be a panther. Now, Ed, what has been going on on the farm? Is the haying done?" "Yes; and the wheat is all in, and most all the oats. The corn is splendid in the old elm lot, and then the Major has been chopping down your old sugar camp, where we worked when you came home from old Hewitt's." "Oh, dear, that was the loveliest bit of woodland, in the bend of the creek, in all the magnificent woods; well?" "He has nearly finished the Jenks house," resumed Edward, "and is now at Snow's, in Auburn. He said you would be home before now." "What about his colts?" "Oh, Arab runs about wild as ever, and he has Dolf with him." "How many hands has he with him?" "Four or five." "Dr. Lyman asked about you," said George, "and wondered where you were. He said you would be back in three weeks, and that something must have happened." "It would be lucky for the Doctor's patients," replied Bart, "if something should keep him away three days." "I guess he wants you to go a-fishing with him. They had a great time down there the other day--he, and Mr. Young, and Sol Johnson. They undertook to put up a sail as Henry and you do, and it didn't work, and they came near upsetting; and' Sol and old man Young were scart, and old Young thought he would get drownded. Oh, it must have been fun!" And so the boys chippered, chirped, and laughed on to a late bed-time, and then went to bed perfectly happy.